Growth is a transformation that needs no explanation. This change is bound to break happiness, experience pain, and linger in my heart. In this transformation, the immature face has finally been baptized by the years, and the single expression has become rich, but it is a helpless "intoxication". Every time I think of my childhood happiness, I can't help but feel a little happy, mixed with a little melancholy. That kind of melancholy must have existed since ancient times and passed down from generation to generation: that kind of joy must also be a dream, and after a while, it is more emotional.
Growing up is a growing drama. The drama began slowly, and the protagonists stepped onto the stage one by one, step by step towards the depths of the years. In this play, the protagonists will have a hard time. And we, born to be the protagonists of this drama, all know the way of life, and two kinds of opportunities are accompanied. But how many people can be in danger without being surprised? Therefore, the mission given by time is to "advance in twists and turns". After repeated failures, I stood up, learned to face life with a smile, and learned to be strong. The strongman of life is carved with a cold file. Behind this, we don't know how many tears we have endured, but we just remember countless equally depressed struggles. In the end, life has completed this sacred mission. Time has no expression, but life thrives because of strength.
Growth is a journey without regrets. The starting point of this journey is home, but the destination is uncertain. Entrusted by our parents, we reluctantly left home and started this great lonely journey. Over the years, we have experienced too much, accumulated bit by bit in our hearts, and changed our name to "mature" when we reached a certain height. When we are mature, we know how to love and be loved. We know that "giving" is also a kind of happiness. We have experienced all kinds of life. At this moment, looking at our elderly parents, a terrible sadness finally rises in our hearts. Time may have made you or depressed you, but you must admit that she has changed you. Behind this change, parents followed closely and smiled with tears. When we suddenly look back and see the scene in front of us, the only thing we can do is to hug them, communicate with them more and give them more care. I think the most eye-catching thing behind this maturity is filial piety.
Where there is a mistake, there is a star: where there is disappointment, there is hope. The tree of hope is evergreen and life lasts forever, so life is sublimated. Growing up, we were all lonely, but along the way, we were not alone.
2. The starting and ending time of the composition about growth inadvertently bounced off your fingers, and the old lattice was covered with spider footprints. There is a net inside, and every grid is dust, but some places are inseparable and some places are sparse and clear. This feeling is gold wrapped in dust. You never know its true value until you taste it. This is the story of growing up.
Growth is a vibrant ballad. Go into the field, listen to the sound of jointing, go into the forest wilderness, and listen to all the sounds and sounds. Noisy, chasing and struggling, this is the melody of growth. Play a brilliant voice in the growing team.
Growth is a process of color. Bright skirts floated away, and pink bows flew away. A school uniform, dignified color. Without the colorful covers of fairy tales, what I see is the seriousness of textbooks. A mountain of textbooks. -impetuous to calm, the beautiful colors of the past only decorate the dreams of youth.
Growing up is also a difficult journey. After the "sad subway", it is a winding mountain road, with a winding back and a vague front, full of thorns and flowers. Courageous pursuit, the road extends under your feet, and growth is the road.
There are many stories of growing up, including joy and sadness; The years of growth are very long, and we need to feel it bit by bit. Time will not go back, seize every second of today and tie your hopes to the colorful clouds of tomorrow. Growth is a ribbon woven by hope, connecting memories and yearning.
Stopping at every growth station, what kind of mood you look at a journey you have gone through marks how you have grown up. Childhood is beautiful, and today is also beautiful. So we all grow up with feelings, thoughts and no regrets. Since childhood, we have hidden everything in our hearts, only the ripples left in our hearts are clear layer by layer. ...
When I grew up, I quoted poems at the beginning of my composition.
My hair barely covers my forehead. I am picking flowers and paying by my door.
When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse, run in circles and throw your childhood.
We live together in an alley in Changgan, and we are both young and happy.
When I was fourteen, I became your wife, and I was too shy to laugh.
I bowed my head and went to the dark corner, unwilling to pay attention to your thousands of calls.
But at the age of fifteen, I raised my eyebrows and laughed, knowing that no dust can seal our love.
Even to death, I will wait for you in my post, and I will not lose heart in the silent watchtower.
When I was sixteen years old, you embarked on a long journey, crossing the Qingtang Canyon full of rocks and swirling water.
Then in the fifth month, I couldn't help it anymore. The ape shouted in the sky.
I looked at the place where you walked, your footprints in front of our door, each hidden under the green moss.
Hiding under the moss is too deep to sweep away, and the first autumn wind adds leaves.
Yellow butterflies in August, hovering in the grass of our West Garden in pairs.
Because of all this, my heart is broken, and I am worried that my bright cheeks will fade.
Oh, finally, when you come back through three Pa areas, send me a message home in advance! .
I'll pick you up, and I won't mind the distance, all the way to Sha Changfeng.
Sea miscellaneous poems
Teenagers are sadder than people,
Crying for no reason, every word is true.
Strong and confused,
Childlike heart returns to the dream.
Sea miscellaneous poems
Juvenile fencing is more like oral sex,
An example of Xiao Xin's elimination.
Who will go home alone,
A thousand sorrows are gathered today.
Read Lu Fangweng's collection.
Poetry has been decadent for thousands of years,
The soldier's soul needle soul China is empty.
Focus on military music,
As soon as the ancients released the bird.
Sell wine, drink freely with Meng De, and make an appointment later.
Young and fashionable people don't know how to worry about their livelihood. Who will regret these drinks when they are old?
* * * Put 10,000 in a bucket and 70 in three years.
Idle to ask about drinking games, poor to search for books, drunk to listen to the taste of orchestral music.
The Huang family is more familiar with Ju Juan, * * * you get drunk.
Caoshu music shop
The young master's name is Huai Su, and the cursive script is amazing.
Mo Chi flew out of the North Grilled Fish and killed all Zhongshan rabbits with the pen tip.
It is cold in August and September, and the poems of drinkers are full of people.
Ma Ma silk row box, Xuanzhou inkstone color light.
My teacher was drunk, so he leaned on the rope bed and swept thousands of sheets in a short while.
Wind and rain shake the rustling, falling flowers and snow.
Stand up, don't stop by the wall. A row of numbers is as big as a bucket.
It's like smelling ghosts and gods, always seeing dragons and snakes wandering around.
The left plate and the right plate are like surprises, and they seem to attack Chu Han.
Every family in seven counties in Hunan has a barrier book.
Wang, named after several waves in ancient times.
Zhang Dian died of old age, and I never forget what happened before.
Since ancient times, everything has been expensive, so why do you want to dance in Gong Sundaniang?
4. How did ancient poetry accompany me to grow up? I think so:
First, briefly introduce the development of China's poetry.
After that, from the beginning of children's enlightenment, parents' experience in teaching ancient poetry, and then to write about the further understanding of ancient poetry in students' lives. You can talk about problems or gains in your study. Of course, you can also talk about the application of ancient poetry in life. For example, some people like to quote ancient poems and allusions when naming their names.
Finally, summarize the functions of ancient poetry in all stages of life and imagine how it will develop in the future.
At first, I can refer to others, such as holding an illustrated book of ancient poetry, and my mother accompanied me to travel in the kingdom of ancient poetry. "Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller in the spring breeze." "The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother made clothes for her wayward son." These sentences were engraved in my ignorant heart word by word. I don't quite understand the meaning of poetry. I only know that grass can't be burned, but it grows again when the spring breeze blows. I understand that all mothers love their children and let them eat well and wear warm clothes. These sentences sound like singing. How nice! So I was chewing sugar in my mouth, holding a book in my arms, and reading one ancient poem after another against the sound of pinyin milk.
5. The whole story of the composition about growth-looking back suddenly, I found myself growing up gradually.
I don't know when the word 18 years old was frequently mentioned. Once upon a time, I thought that 18 years old was so sacred, only knowing that at that time we had grown up and could fly higher and farther.
At this time, when I really have to face it, I suddenly feel a sense of loss. I am worried about whether I can fully understand the rich connotation of the ordinary number 18 years old, but I understand that 18 years old means responsibility.
Maybe growth itself is a kind of responsibility! -bitter days have turned into fragrance in memory. Whenever the night comes with a light pace, the prosperity and noise of the day will gradually disappear. In the hazy and quiet night, I often fall into endless memories.
In my memory, my wishes and beautiful promises, persistent persistence and unremitting efforts have all turned into happy leaves, which I carefully collected. Yes, growth records pain and also engraves joy.
Follow the pace of growth, step by step impact maturity, towards the future. Time inadvertently bounced off my fingers, and the old lattice was covered with spider footprints.
There is a net inside, and every grid is dust, but some places are inseparable and some places are sparse and clear. This feeling is gold wrapped in dust. You never know its true value until you taste it. This is the story of growing up.
Growth is a vibrant ballad. Go into the field, listen to the sound of jointing, go into the forest wilderness, and listen to all the sounds and sounds.
Noisy, chasing and struggling, this is the melody of growth. Play a brilliant voice in the growing team.
Growth is a process of color. Bright skirts floated away, and pink bows flew away.
A school uniform, dignified color. Without the colorful covers of fairy tales, what I see is the seriousness of textbooks.
A mountain of textbooks. -impetuous to calm, the beautiful colors of the past only decorate the dreams of youth.
Growth is a slow-moving stream. Quietly, we grew up.
Learn to be strong and learn to be calm. At the same time, I also learned to decorate and package.
As the water flies, the purity and simplicity of youth are gone forever, just as Andrew West said in "Birch Tree": In the process of birch growth, those lateral branches and old branches are always decisively abandoned in order to make use of growth. It can be said that growth is a process of change, from simple to complex, from naive to mature.
Every time you shed a layer of body, pain is inevitable. Writer Liu Yong said that growing up is a beautiful pain.
Growing up is also a difficult journey. After the "sad subway", it is a winding mountain road, with a winding back and a vague front, full of thorns and flowers.
Courageous pursuit, the road extends under your feet, and growth is the road. There are many stories of growing up, including joy and sadness; The years of growth are very long, and we need to feel it bit by bit.
Time will not go back, seize every second of today and tie your hopes to the colorful clouds of tomorrow. Growth is a ribbon woven by hope, connecting memories and yearning. Yes, I have had too few smooth sailing on the road of life. I think life is beautiful because I am optimistic, confident and strong.
Some people say, "A good mind can change the whole world." That beautiful mind is as clear as water; Flexible, like a branch; It smells like flowers.
The mind has farsighted vision and good hearing. I, on the other hand, look dull, but my heart is rich and colorful.
I don't know why, God always loves to repay me with the gift of difficulty. Maybe he wants me to temper my humble sand in the dark shell of pearl-like oysters, but I am also a human being, a flesh-and-blood person. I once saw such a scene on a small buttonwood tree in front of the door-a little pupa quivered slightly one morning. I know there must be a new life, longing for a better life. Gently, the pupa doesn't know when to start breaking holes. I saw it writhing its heavy body with difficulty, because it was longing for life. It was not afraid of difficulties, and suddenly it was difficult and made a "singing".
In an instant, I spread my beautiful wings. Ah! This is a butterfly, a beautiful butterfly.
At that moment, it smelled the flowers and saw the blue sky, and it would feel all the magic and beauty of nature. Yes, the sunshine is always after the storm. I will face the difficulties like that butterfly. I will cherish this precious gift from God every time, because I always believe that it will end in the beautiful sky on the road full of thorns.
I used to feel inferior, helpless and at the same time at a loss, but I deeply know that the sea can only stir up beautiful waves through the beating of rocks, the sky can only show gorgeous rainbows through the beating of lightning, and butterflies can only enjoy themselves in the beautiful world through breaking through thick pupae. Today, I am not mature enough. I always want to make one thing perfect. Maybe I can't change my natural appearance, but I can always smile. I can't hope to control others, but I can control myself well. Although I can't extend the length of life, I can expand its width and find more meaning and beauty of life.
I will walk farther and more steadily on the road in the future, and the footprints under the road will be deeper.
6. Have the beginning and end of the composition about growth. In my memory, the sky of my childhood is clear and transparent. Squeeze the water gently.
-The day is at your feet, and the sound of peace is stepping on your feet. Finally I grew up unconsciously. Then one morning in the mirror, I saw a smile, a familiar and unfamiliar smile. Childhood images are very precious. In retrospect, they didn't appear in the fragile shiny glass cabinet. Life in the new era has replaced memory, filled the gap in the heart, and made the ideal ready.
Stopping at every growth station, what kind of mood you look at a journey you have gone through marks how you have grown up. Childhood is beautiful, and today is also beautiful. So we all grow up with feelings, thoughts and no regrets. Since childhood, we have hidden everything in our hearts, only the ripples left in our hearts are clear layer by layer. ...
-suddenly looking back, I found myself growing up. I don't know when the word 18 years old was frequently mentioned. Once upon a time, I thought that 18 years old was so sacred, only knowing that at that time we had grown up and could fly higher and farther. At this time, when I really have to face it, I suddenly feel a sense of loss. I am worried about whether I can fully understand the rich connotation of the ordinary number 18 years old, but I understand that 18 years old means responsibility. Maybe growth itself is a kind of responsibility!
-bitter days have turned into fragrance in memory. Whenever the night comes with a light pace, the prosperity and noise of the day will gradually disappear. In the hazy and quiet night, I often fall into endless memories. In my memory, my wishes and beautiful promises, persistent persistence and unremitting efforts have all turned into happy leaves, which I carefully collected.
Yes, growth records pain and also engraves joy. Follow the pace of growth, step by step impact maturity, towards the future.
Time inadvertently bounced off my fingers, and the old lattice was covered with spider footprints. There is a net inside, and every grid is dust, but some places are inseparable and some places are sparse and clear. This feeling is gold wrapped in dust. You never know its true value until you taste it. This is the story of growing up.
Growth is a vibrant ballad. Go into the field, listen to the sound of jointing, go into the forest wilderness, and listen to all the sounds and sounds. Noisy, chasing and struggling, this is the melody of growth. Play a brilliant voice in the growing team.
Growth is a process of color. Bright skirts floated away, and pink bows flew away. A school uniform, dignified color. Without the colorful covers of fairy tales, what I see is the seriousness of textbooks. A mountain of textbooks. -impetuous to calm, the beautiful colors of the past only decorate the dreams of youth.
Growth is a slow-moving stream. Quietly, we grew up. Learn to be strong and learn to be calm. At the same time, I also learned to decorate and package. As the water flies, the purity and simplicity of youth are gone forever, just as Andrew West said in "Birch Tree": In the process of birch growth, those lateral branches and old branches are always decisively abandoned in order to make use of growth. It can be said that growth is a process of change, from simple to complex, from naive to mature. Every time you shed a layer of body, pain is inevitable. Writer Liu Yong said that growing up is a beautiful pain.
Growing up is also a difficult journey. After the "sad subway", it is a winding mountain road, with a winding back and a vague front, full of thorns and flowers. Courageous pursuit, the road extends under your feet, and growth is the road.
There are many stories of growing up, including joy and sadness; The years of growth are very long, and we need to feel it bit by bit. Time will not go back, seize every second of today and tie your hopes to the colorful clouds of tomorrow. Growth is a ribbon woven by hope, connecting memories and yearning.
7. The beginning and end of the composition about the feeling of growing up and the beautiful paragraphs and famous sayings of celebrities listen to the night.
Charming, graceful, some lingering, some melancholy, lingering, lingering melancholy and lingering. Close your eyes, savor carefully, and listen quietly, just like a slow stream, coming slowly along the winding mountain road, lingering and spreading, over and over again ... In the boundless darkness, listening to such sounds of nature seems to be crying, like resentment, and it is quiet all around. Listen carefully, the smell is seeping into your heart ... the ink sky.
A person, stop at the window for a long time. I don't need anything, just like this, in silence, listening to such music, enjoying such tranquility ... Say goodbye to the hustle and bustle of the day, get rid of the troubles of the day, and when the night comes, hide yourself in the dark and in silence.
The tenderness of the night glides gently across the cheeks and then seeps into the heart quietly. At this moment, the heart is undefended, lonely and fragile. I don't know why, every time I hear this song, there is always inexplicable sadness, which always touches the softest place in my heart. That kind of gentle penetration, clever and effortless, captured. The loneliness in the bones slowly diffuses, diffuses, and the whole is lost and immersed ... The years have gone and taken away a lot, and the petals are scattered in the running water bit by bit.
Life is like a play, with one story after another, wonderful or ordinary. At the end of the song, people are scattered and prosperous. In retrospect, there are many memories and feelings ... the sound of nature came from a quiet night and swept into my heart.
On such a night, such a state of mind, such a slow diarrhea in my heart, such as running water, such as resentment, such as songs, as unreal as real ... In silence, listening to such faint charming music, faint feelings, slowly spread ... Who will listen with me on the same night? ● Youth is the blood drop of will and the nectar of hard work-Mika; Youth is a rainbow woven with eternal hope and eternal yearning-gorgeous and brilliant; Youth is an iron wall built with eternal persistence and tenacious toughness-as solid as gold. Faith is the pillar of towering buildings. Without it, it's just a pile of scattered bricks. Faith is the bed of a surging river. Without it, there is only a tidal wave. Faith is the beacon of blazing fire. Without it, there is only a cold firewood. Faith is the main engine of ocean-going ships. Without it, there is only a paralyzed giant frame.
Standing on the coast of history, tracing back to the ditch of history: Dr. Chu meditated on both sides of the Zehe River and died without regret; Wei Wudi pointed the whip to the east with great courage; Tao Yuanming carefree Nanshan, drinking and picking chrysanthemums ... they chose eternity, even if they flatter and slander, they don't follow, which is a persistent choice; Even if the horse dies, it is only a hero's choice; Even if you are poor and have no food all day, you are willing to take pleasure in it and devote yourself to farming. This is an elegant choice. Some choices, emperors will become their great achievements, and sages will touch guests and become their eternal articles.
● Only when you set out will you reach your ideal and destination. Only by working hard can we achieve brilliant success. Only when you sow will you reap. Only by pursuing can we taste honest people.
● If friendship is an evergreen tree, it must be watered by a clear spring from the heart; If friendship is an unbeaten flower, then it must be the rising sun in my heart. How much laughter friendship has aroused and how many tears friendship has dried.
The harbor of friendship is warm and affectionate, and the breeze of friendship sails. Friendship is not an emotional investment, and there is no need for dividends and dividends.
(Friendship can be changed into other words) ● Yingying Moonlight, I have the clearest glass; After sunset, I hold a wisp of the warmest; Burning red leaves, I picked up the hottest one; I picked a bunch of the most colorful herbs; Long life, I want to pick the most important thing in the world-perseverance. If life is a solemn castle, if life is a lush tree, if life is a flying seabird.
Then, faith is the pillar of the dome, the deeply rooted root and the fluttering wings. Without faith, there is no motivation for life; Without faith, the beauty of life will disappear.
(The lines can be changed in other words) ● Perseverance is the condensation of a stone and a sand on the levee of a thousand miles. Only by accumulating little by little will there be grandeur without seeing the head before and the tail after; Perseverance is that spring silkworms spin silk one by one, and only by persisting one by one can they break out of the cocoon and see the brilliance again; Perseverance is the sail of a long-distance ship. With sails, the ship can reach the other side of success. Love is a piece of sunshine shining in winter, which makes poor and sick people feel the warmth of the world; Love is the spring in the desert, which makes people on the verge of despair see the hope of life again; Love is a ballad floating in the night sky, which gives spiritual comfort to lonely and helpless people.
The true nature of the heart should be like this. Success, like the moonlight shining on the flowers, the deep pool is slightly blue, no matter good or bad, no matter the detachment of success or failure, it is a post station with a whip and a horse, climbing high and looking far; Defeated, still dripping water wears away the stone and merges into the sea. There is a kind of pride that is poor and strong and does not fall into the blue sky. There is a kind of stubbornness of "being a self-taught person, being a self-reliant person".
Rong, Jiangshan is still the same, the painting style is still the same, just like the sea and mountains, familiar with the years, flashy and arrogant; Bear the burden of humiliation, Han Xin, snow pine, like a fairy with feathers, know how to take a step back and broaden their horizons, and refuse to give up eating because of choking. ● Happiness = material/desire.
This is the happiness equation put forward by American economist Samuelson. From an economic point of view, the greater the material consumption, the smaller the desire and the greater the happiness, which is in line with the old saying of China people that "contentment is always a pleasure".
On the contrary, what happens if a person's material consumption is limited and his desire is infinite? Mrs Loizai has so many "dreams" and so many "intoxications". How can she not be miserable and sad? Russian writer Chekhov said: "there are big dogs and puppies, and puppies should not be disturbed because of the existence of big dogs." All dogs should bark and let him use the voice God gave him.
● Maturity is a bright but not dazzling brilliance, a mellow but not greasy voice, a calmness that does not need to look at others, an atmosphere that eventually no longer appeals to the surroundings, a smile that ignores the hustle and bustle, a kind of extreme indifference that washes away, and a kind of nothing.